It was a slow night at Iron Works Gym. Outside the rain pounded the parking lot and washed away the remnants of what had been another routine day. Another routine day in a long, line of routine days. There were only a few guys working out that night and we were all scattered into our own workout zones. The clanking of plates drowned out the music the gym pl...
The Priest in my theology class at school said that the Bible claimed that real love was being willing to sacrifice your life for someone else. I guess that means that I never really loved Francis. I met Francis when I was fifteen. He was two years older than me and he was my mentor, my guide to my new school. My parents thought it was a good idea for me to...
Terry could still get hard from the memory of that cold October day, when he had experienced his first gay encounter. He had been just nineteen, a freshman at college who had got in on a football scholarship. He had been late for English Lit and the professor had played the role of an angry bitch, putting him on the spot for his tardiness… “Mr. McKenna, you...
The door closes behind us and we're alone. I take you in my arms for a close embrace ... and place the collar around your neck. It has a strap connected to it, in back near the small of the back, and two wrist cuffs attached to that. I tell you to turn around and I place your wrists into the cuffs. I turn you around to face me and embrace you again, tightly,...
Matthew woke up really tired. It was a Saturday morning so usually he would be getting up around 11 am, but today, he couldn't sleep. He jerked off at least five time last night, imagining Phillip sitting on his face and forcing him to pleasure him in the dirtiest way possible. The way Phillip treated him yesterday, like a slut to use and then leave, should'...
One of my favorite times of the day is after a long day of rehearsing, before my fellow dancers clear out of the studio. I'll be breathless, sore, spent and drenched in perspiration at this point, however, it's still one of the moments I most look forward to. My fellow dancers are all young, strong and fit, however, after hours of rehearsals, my fellow dan...
Chapter Seven PRETTY PINK BOTTOMS The first step on my trip down that path happened one hot Sunday afternoon. I had just come out of my bedroom after spending a few hours in the pool. I was wearing a pair of loose fitting boxer shorts which hung low on my butt. I was drying my hair with a towel. Mr. Clemons was there to meet me in the hallway with that...
Here's the first part of a story that should span multiple entries. It's partly based on my own experiences exploring my sexuality in college: John approached the home and sighed. It was a nice, spacious home in a fairly affluent area, and a home he'd visited many times before. He knew tonight would be difficult, however, and his stomach was in knots. John...
Coach Baxter was a powerfully built man. His sheer physical presence, iron will, and domineering personality helped him to mold his high school wrestlers after his own image. He took boys and turned them into men. He showed his boys how to develop their youthful bodies, build their muscles, perfect their skills, and dominate their opponents. Although Coach B...
It's not that I hate my husband, on the contrary. He does annoy me sometimes. His inability to stand up for himself at work, at home. However, when we're out and about, amongst our friends, shopping, or amongst strangers, he has the tendency to put me down. We've discussed before that it aggravates me to no end. That he should be respectful to me at all...